Throughout my pregnancy, I was incredibly afraid. I was informed by every doctor I visited that my kid wouldn’t be born healthy. I felt anxious. Everyone who saw me sobbing when I arrived at the examination consoled me.
But one day, as I greeted my lady at the Mercy Church, I cried uncontrollably and begged her for help. Oh, how I described my situation to her.
After that, a wonderful doctor by the name of Dr. Kflom reassured me, “Don’t worry, your boy will be OK.”
On the day my mother died, I rescued my son. All the issues that existed when he was born are no longer present. And the anticipated event did not occur. Praise to God, honor to my lady.
